Wednesday, September 19, 2012

55 Word Challenge: Week Twenty-Seven

55 Word Challenge

Week Twenty-Seven

Welcome back to #55WordChallenge. No guest artist today, so I have gone through my photos and found some pictures that I hope will inspire you.

For those that are uninitiated, the 55 Word Challenge is a contest to write a story in 55 words or less. Not an easy task, but fun and I have been blown away by some of the entries. See for yourself, all the past contests can be found here.

The challenge begins at noon Eastern time every Wednesday and ends at noon Thursday. The story is based on one of three photo prompts and can be written in any genre you choose. My only request is no porn. I don't want to hear graphic details. If it is erotic, make it titillating, not obscene. I know that can be done and done well.

The story is to be posted in the comment section below, along with your twitter handleor email address, so I can contact you if you are the winner. If you don't want to list your email address, send it to me at jezri@writing.com. I promise I won't distribute it, but if you are the winner I need a way to notify you and to send you your prize.

And what does the winner get? This purty badge for one. For two, a gift card for $5.00 from Amazon. (The prize will be rewarded within about week and sent to your email.) Also, I will be offering a monthly prize to the story I liked the best between the winners. That will be announced at the end of the month who gets this.

If you are an artist that would like to have your work featured, let me know!

I can smell the grass, and see my new bike nearby, if I could just reach it, although it wouldn’t matter now. I am light-headed from blood loss. Though they are gone, I imagine I can still feel my feet. A growl at my side and teeth tear my throat. Happy birthday to me.

I didn’t want the 15 minutes of fame I got. Took a bike ride with my GoPro camera. I heard kids screaming, “Look out!” Looked at them. Broad-sided their big toy fire truck. My bike flipped, throwing me through the air. I landed on my back in the grass. The GoPro recorded everything.

No! Please no, not back in there, please no! I want to come out, I’ll be good. I won’t cry, I won’t laugh, I won’t eat, I’ll just sit here okay?But not in there okay? Not in the dark again okay? Not with the monster? It hurt so much last time.

Lying in the grass, I sheltered them with my hand. Their tiny kingdom flourished under my protection. Kings and princesses, little princes and their pets, living together in houses made of dirt and grass, all of my design. "It's time to run!" I whispered across their small universe, as Mum turned on the mower.